Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 684

Michael reaches down, fingering my clit as my Master locks my arms behind me, fucking me hard all the time. Each thrust is individual, rammed hard up into me, and all the while Michael plays with my bud, rubbing gently between thumb and forefinger as my pussy leaks hotly down inside my thighs.

Orgasm spears through me, exquisite and sharp, sending my pussy into throbbing paroxysms. I think this triggers my Master’s climax as my cunt clenches and reclenches around him. He holds me ever more tightly as he presses into me and I scream out my own orgasm.

“Michael stop. For God’s sake, stop.” My pulsing clit is released, and I drop forward onto all fours, my Master atop and inside me.

As he pulls out of me, his final gesture is to slap my ass again, squarely on the sore spot. I yelp.

“Say, ‘Thank you, Master’.”

“Thank you, Master.” I grin up at him.

Michael stares at me, shaking his head.

*****

We choose the largest, front bedroom as our accommodation. Again, it overlooks the sea, with windows to front and both sides.

Wearing a large furry bathrobe, I stand, staring out, watching a yacht on the horizon as it sails out, falling over the edge of the world….

Michael unpacks, hanging his clothes neatly. My Master I notice is looking speculatively across the room.

“Something wrong, Master?”

“Not at all. I was just…. wondering… about Richard Haswell’s tastes…”

I look around. At first glance, it is a perfectly normal, although very grand, bedroom. Then I look at it again, through my Master’s eyes, taking in a few details.

The bed is a four poster, solidly built in timber. Several brass rings support heavy curtains on the frame, but they do look very secure. Those rings would easily support the weight of, say, a human body.

There is a basket weave chair, supported from a hook in the ceiling and overlooking the amazing view. Again, nothing in itself, but I follow the line of my Master’s speculations.

“You think this is a… playroom… disguised as a bedroom, Master?”

He sucks in his cheeks. “Let’s say that I think it would be very easy to adapt it for other uses than sleeping…” He eyebrow flashes me, smiling.

I can’t disagree with him and find my pussy abruptly warming over.

Both Michael and my Master look at me, grinning……

Oh, damn.

I could stamp my foot.

“How do you both know?” I ask in exasperation.

Michael leans into me, his voice low “Oh, Charlotte. Sorry, but when you feel horny, you are completely transparent.”

“What do you think of that pool?” asks my Master. “It’s pretty private here. No-one’s going to disturb us….”

The three of us…. in the water….

My pussy floods.

“Oooh… you two...”

My Master kneels between my legs, nudging himself under my knees so that my legs rest over his shoulders. I well know that this is one of his favourite positions, and now the weight of my legs is largely removed, making it more comfortable for him.

He kneels upright, both hands palms down, on the flat of my stomach, caressing and massaging me. The sun is bright and hot, the air warm, and the water almost at body temperature.

My Master looks at me, his eyes soft. “Later,” he says, “I’m going to have you strung up from that bed, so your feet barely touch the floor, and fuck you senseless while you hang there, but for now, you can have this….”

Parting my pussy lips with his fingers, he dips his face between my thighs, his warm tongue contrasting against the coolth of the lapping water. In one long slow stroke, he licks me from pussy to clit.

And fire bursts through me…

I writhe and moan. Michael’s grip on me increases, and he whispers close to my ear, “Next time, that will be me.” And then he settles to nibbling at my ear. With the arm he has supporting me, he reaches to a nipple, tweaking and squeezing. Each time he flicks, a sharp Zing! of pleasure goes frolicking down to my cunt, making my hips twitch.

“Stay still, Woman!” says my Master. “How am supposed to drink pussy cocktail with you thrashing about like that?”

“Sorry, Master.”

I giggle, but my hips are jerking and jumping all out of my own control. The warmth of my Master’s breath, the heat of his mouth on me, contrast starkly with the cool water lapping at my entrance, sending alternating waves of temperature washing against my liquid core. Feeling chilled and fired alternately, the contrasting sensations are playing havoc with my pulsating pussy. I know that my pussy juices are flowing freely, and yet, I am cool over my pussy lips and clit. My nipples, on the other hand, are like little rocks.

And Michael is, all the time, and continuously, whispering in my ear. “When he has you hanging from that bed, while he mouths you, and fucks you from the front, I’m going to have you from the back. It’ll work. I can just see it. Him with his tongue up your cunt, while I have my cock up your ass. We’ll fuck you between us, ‘til you don’t know if you’re cumming or going….”

My hips buck, and my Master looks up from his position, face cleaning out my pussy, to see what triggered it. Seeing Michael, murmuring into my ear, he smiles.

I swear my pussy can feel him smile… his mouth widening over me, teeth nibbling at my bud as I swell and liquefy.…

Michael continues his verbal assault on my libido, murmuring close by my face. “And when he’s done with you there, you’re going to be on your hands and knees for me, and I’m not sure yet which part of you is getting my cock….”